Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.